It is difficult, at times, to remember who is in the right and who is in the wrong; to recall who (and what) our enemy is... it requires a level of steadfastness not readily available to the masses. I tell myself that it is necessary, that all of the deceptions (ironically, impurities themselves) are worth their sustained existence.

The end is near, I say. And then, beyond even that, there are secrets within even the darkest of secrets. 

We are insignificant data; mere clutter in the corners of a complicated equation ranging far beyond our limited scope of vision.